Put in certain situations, Sox were lost

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We sit here with our noses pressed against the glass watching the likes of Minnesota, San Francisco, and Anaheim play Games That Really Matter and we are puzzled.

We had two 20-game winners. We had the American League batting champion. We had a shortstop who drove in 120 runs. We had a closer with 40 saves. We had a leadoff man who scored 118 runs. We had a 40-17 record on June 7. We had seven All-Stars.

And we must wait until next April to see another baseball game.

This doesn't sit well with the constituency known as Red Sox Nation. We have waited our whole life for a World Championship, they say. We deserve a title, because nobody loves the game the way we love the game and nobody has suffered more, and what did we ever do to be living this horrible Tevye existence? Really, Lord. Would it spoil some vast eternal plan if the Red Sox could win just one World Series title? We're not asking for 26. One, just one.

On paper, this was the most perplexing Red Sox season of them all. You never felt they were collapsing; they were just not winning enough.

Of course, some of the numbers are misleading. No baseball stat is more meaningless than a closer's save number. The rule is simply too broadly written. Bogus saves are epidemic, and Ugueth Urbina's 2002 season serves nicely as Ultra-Exhibit A. He only had 12 one-run save opportunities, and he blew four of those. A two-thirds save record is not good. Ugie is the archetypical modern closer fraud, and never mind that he is also a miserable, sour guy. Him making the All-Star team was a very sick joke. Get rid of this guy.

But I'm just venting. It feels good to trash Ugie, but there is something else on my mind, and that something is offense.

Nomar Garciaparra has to be given credit just for playing 156 games. His wrist injury was very serious. If he weren't so stubborn and football tough, he could never have gone as far as he did prior to his surgery, and to put up the numbers he did the first year after his operation was a tremendous achievement.

However ...

He is the most exasperating great player in Red Sox history. As good as he is, do you really feel comfortable when he's up there in important situations? Do you not feel that he will get himself out more often than not? Is it not fair to ask of a skilled six-year veteran to demonstrate some strike zone sense and situational awareness?

He is, in fact, the perfect reflection of what really was wrong with the 2002 Red Sox. You can talk about Manny's six-week absence (the team actually played pretty well without him), the middle relief woes, the search for a reliable third starter after John Burkett stopped winning, the curious defensive deterioration, and anything else you like, but the No. 1 reason the Red Sox didn't win 98 or 100 games was their 13-23 record in one-run games, and the primary reason for that was the team's pathetic lack of intelligent, reliable situational hitting.

Such teams as the Yankees, Twins, A's, Angels, Braves, and Diamondbacks all came into Fenway and demonstrated that they understood what it takes to win games in the late innings. Some people looked at their batting averages and got very confused. Where are the .300 hitters, they wanted to know? The answer is you don't need .300 hitters to win baseball games. You need .257 or .281 hitters who know what to do in the seventh inning of a tie game with a man on second and no one out. The above-named teams all have those people somewhere in their lineup. Some of them do have .330 hitters who know what they're doing in those situations (watch Bernie Williams sometime).

The Red Sox have Nomar and Shea Hillenbrand, neither of whom works counts at any time, be it first, third, fifth, seventh, or ninth innings. I don't want to hear about Nomar's aggressiveness. The fact is he is the same hitter he was in 1997, and if he could walk 75 or 80 times he would help the team immeasurably. In Nomar's career he has only walked 34 more times than Barry Bonds walked this year. Hillenbrand is completely ridiculous in this regard. Baseball's No. 1 reigning mystery is why anyone ever throws a strike to a man who has only walked 38 times in two full seasons.

The one threat in clutch situations is Manny Ramirez, and I don't know why anyone would bother pitching to him in these instances, since there isn't another player in the lineup who has demonstrated he understands what true situational hitting is all about.

Manny, of course, is oblivious to situations. He is just a tremendous hitter, and when he's in his groove it doesn't matter if it's the first inning with two outs and nobody on or the bottom of the ninth with two on and the score tied. You will not get him out without a great effort. He's not going to do it for you. This is in great contrast to everyone else. The rest of them are only too happy to get themselves out and save you the dirty work.

The Red Sox lost game after game after game from the seventh inning on because they failed to do the things the playoff teams did routinely when runs had to be scored. It doesn't surprise me in the least that so many Red Sox players had decent numbers. The Red Sox will always have their share of 11-2 games. As a result, the final numbers can be very deceptive.

It is never about the numbers. It is about playing the game properly. The teams that are still playing did. The Red Sox didn't.

 

By Bob Ryan, Globe Columnist, 10/4/2002

This story ran on page D3 of the Boston Globe on 10/4/2002.

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